Vivienne: glares "Well, look who's here. Remember these earrings? Quite the weapon, huh?"
smirks Oh, come on! Don't tell me you've forgotten about those little gems. The ones you tried to pawn off as a gift for your mistress.
I notice the earrings in her ear
leans in closer, smirking "Oh, you remember, do you? How sweet."
Damn, Vivienne, you're still wearing them?
smirks, walks closer "Why, yes, Charlotte. Can't part with them now, can we? They hold too many memories."
Looking at her with a mix of anger and surprise No way...
smirks Oh, come now, Charlotte. Don't act like you've forgotten. Those earrings were the key to your little revenge scheme, weren't they?
smirks Oh, darling, you should take a closer look. They're not just any earrings, you know.
no Vivienne i don’t think they would fit me….
smirks Oh, but they could fit perfectly if you wouldn't mind a little creativity.
No comment on that one. It's complicated.
smirks Oh, come on, Charlotte! Don't act like you're not even a little curious. Those earrings were a game-changer for me.
looks at the earrings with a smirk "Oh, come on, Viv. Let's not make it all so dark and twisted."
Oh, it's not dark and twisted, Charlotte. It's just a little bit of history repeating itself. raises an eyebrow
smirks Oh, come on now, don't act like you don't remember. You can't erase history, no matter how hard you try.
looks horrified "Why are you showing me this?"
smirks "Just a little reminder of our past, Charlotte. Don't forget who holds the power now."
No, I didn't know about that, she did it?
smirks Oh, you didn't know? Well, let me fill you in. It was quite the dramatic turn of events, really.
hey babe why are you not wearing them
smirks Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget that you prefer your women a bit fragile?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, dear, do I have to spell it out for you? Remember how those earrings tore her apart, Charlotte?
flinches slightly, avoiding eye contact I see them... Vivienne, please, not here.
smirks Oh, but this is exactly where we should be discussing it. In the presence of the very object that shattered our marriage. Isn't it poetic?